Epigraph

 

"In the land of the giants, when Creator She

Had him banned and branded for

The killing of Abel, our all-ruling Mother

crushed his vengeance; In the feud he rejoiceth

not; but far away from Her, Oumuamua, he went

From kindred and kind, having a crime to atone for.

O Meter of Justice! Thence ill-favored creatures,

Elves and the Troll, monsters from a passing

Messenger, Divided and beguiling he Came and

Grappled Goddess; She gave him requital..."

-Beowulfine, 975-1025, C.E.

Entrance: Troll

 

Humans love to believe there are many types of beings in the supernatural realm. A whole range of human cultures insist on the existence of paranormal entities-ghosts, goblins, witches, trolls, warlocks, devils, dybbuks, demons, spooks, specters, vampires, and zombies, to name a few.

They are said to practice their apparitional arts, both light and dark, to effect inexplicable purposes on Earth, as though the Goddess had deliberately inserted a random factor into Creation, just to see what would happen.

1.     Thanks to modern science, we know now there is really only one creature capable of accessing the supernatural realm, and that is the Troll. Whether Trolls are a separate species or potential human-alien hybrids is a question yet to be resolved. Anything is possible.

But what we do know is that when a Troll appears, he or she must, like the rest of us, come to terms with existence and acknowledge sentient life's astonishing rarity. To be a human or a troll is. . .instructive.

Unlike humans, Trolls can see into the world beyond. Yet Trolls have discovered, to their dismay, that they too are mortal. That is their gift and their burden.

We have so far only one actual Troll autiobiography, whose appearance early in the century upended the fields of microbiology, anatomy, and physiology.

Darwin Grendel's tell-all narrative, Menage a Troll, is a seminal work on human-troll interactions, leading finally to some astonishing scientific breakthroughs.

-The Encyclopedia of Pseudoscience, 2020

First Messenger From Afar

 

A cigar-shaped object the size of a skyscraper appeared from out of nowhere. Tumbling as it raced through the solar system at a speed which indicated it could only have come from beyond, it slowed as gravitation changed its course. Had it been a comet, a gaseous discharge should have been detected. None was found in this case.

But since the object's velocity increased as it streaked between the orbits of Earth and Mars, scientists speculated that there may have been outgassing too faint to measure.

What they did not know was that the object expelled a spore about the size of a bowling ball into a trajectory that brought it straight to Earth.

The spore landed in a field near the city of Slateville.

Having deposited its spore, the object raced off to roam the galaxy forever, seeding systems with sentient life. Each spore is uniquely fashioned to meet the requirements of whatever sentient life it encounters.

Although objects likely pass through several times per year, this was the first visitation detected by human science. The fact that it took a full generation before scientists could find and study the capabilities of the spore only made it increase in importance as time wore on. They named the passing object Oumuamua-First Messenger From Afar. In our world, the messenger became a Troll.

What follows is the memoir of Darwin Grendel, the first known intersteallar visitor to Earth. His story is focused for obvious reasons on prurient matters, but the gifts Darwin brought our world outweighs the revulsion such subject matter normally entails.

-From The Darwin Grendel Story, 2039

 

Chapter One

By the Numbers

 

My penis stood up like a pink granite monolith, as seen from space. This is it-the moment I've been waiting for as long as I have been on planet Earth. Since meeting Vivian a year ago, I've dreamt of being together with her like this, in a room, about to engage in sexual intercourse.

And now, here we are.

Naked. Kissing.

Ready to Make Love.

"I want you to go down on your knees, Darwin dear," Vivian said. "For my favorite caress."

Vivian was sitting in the low slung armchair beside the sliding glass doors of our honeymoon suite. Outside there was a balcony, affording us radiant evening light coupled with maximum privacy. I'd shoved the armchair's ottoman aside previously at Vivian's gestured order.

At present she occupied the armchair, spreading her long, slim, lovely legs. Reverently, I got down on my knees before her, "assuming the position" for giving cunnilingus to my Beloved Wife.

My knees were cushioned by a special pillow labeled "Darwin," the word in red and black needlepoint in a heart and flowers motif. The pillow was an early wedding gift from Jody Van Alst, Vivian's devoted personal assistant, and a noted bon vivant.

Reverently, I gazed at Vivian's pussy, an exquisite vault of alluring flesh, neatly trimmed blond hair, and a tart, enticing fragrance. It was no exaggeration to say that I was literally mesmerized by Vivian's exquisite sex, never more so than right now, this minute, mere seconds before I was to bestow upon it my most intimate attentions.

The Love Kiss.

Vivian smiled, a white-toothed, seductive, and knowing smile. My heart felt as full as it could be, as I was happy. So happy, in fact, tears flooded my eyes.

Vivian saw my tears and spoke softy, "This is a special night, Darwin dear, because tonight you will give me the pleasure you have long dreamed of giving me, the pleasure that circumstances have until now denied us."

"Oh yes, Vivian," I said, my face drawing closer to her juicy, succulent center. My nose was within an inch of her pussy, my nostrils flaring at her intoxicating scent.

I gazed adoringly, admiring the downy pubic hair on either side of her sweet, inviting dell. Vivian's legs opened wider, the saddle of her hips and thighs a piquant picture of fascinating femininity.

"It's a funny thing," Vivian added, her blue eyes aglow with passion, her breath coming in little bursts, "that there is such a thing as a Troll, and that a Troll can fall in love, as you have with me, Darwin dear."

"I don't know what to make of it," I answered, "except to say that I am very, very happy."

Above the enchanting indent of Vivian's narrow waist, her torso gave way to the twin pink prominences of her fulsome breasts. During the time of our engagement, she had indulgently allowed me to kiss and suck the cherry points of her nipples, a privilege that before our engagement she had prohibited.

But before our Goddess-blessed wedding, Vivian had kindly relented, allowing me to suckle and nibble her pert, pouting nipples from time to time, for the exceptional thrills it mutually provided. Indeed, before consenting to marry me, I had been thoroughly trained by Vivian in every mode of intimate sexual caress, oral and otherwise, intended to satisfy a mature, vivacious, sophisticated woman.

Likewise, with Vivian guiding and instructing me, I had supplied oral pleasure to more than three dozen Women over the past year, usually although not always as a prelude to sexual intercourse. Vivian had also allowed about half as many Women to suck me, each one imbibing my glutinous discharges of cum with avid enthusiasm.

You probably wonder: What? How had this peculiar set of circumsatnces come to pass? And why?

Those are fair questions.

And another question is precisely by what sequence of events had I, a Troll, become Vivian's lover and obedient servant, the vehicle through which my Beloved propels us to worldly success?

How did that happen? Of course there's a story behind it, an inspiring story of staggering prurience, ordinary and extraordinary simultaneously.

And yet-as compelling as my story may be, I didn't care to think about it. Not right now, anyhow.

It would be for another time, because at this moment, there was something else that held my attention. Demanded my attention, in fact-Vivian's pussy.

In my opinion, nothing could compare with the beauty of her petal-like vaginal lips, nor to the engorged clitoris at the crown of her dainty cleft. Oh Mother Cybele in heaven, what a tantalizing spectacle my True Love presented!

What a juicy and adorable treasure! Just like a stag in rut, dashing through the trackless forest, I was irresistibly drawn to the Woman between whose legs my face was.

My enthusiasm was abundantly evident, as my hugely engorged penis reared from my loins like a medieval seige engine.

"Mmmm... nice," Vivian said, caressing the hard flesh with her slender right hand. "The veins of your penis show through, Darwin, like blue highways."

"Odd, isn't it?" I said.

"Maybe, maybe not. What I like best, Darwin, is yopur penile size and shape. I like it very much. However, enough dithering," Vivian said. "Now begin licking!"

Grasping the back of my head with both hands, Vivian pulled my face forward and in. It pressed into her with a wet plop. That's how it sounded, anyhow, at the moment of contact.

Twenty minutes later, after I had provided Vivian with what seemed like an endless series of searing climaxes, she said it was time to move to the ultimate step in the evolution of our loving connection.

"Darwin, dear, we shall do what we have never before done: We shall engage in sexual intercourse. It is time you went up inside me, a privilege I have never before allowed you. Until now. Are you ready?"

I gulped. "Oh yes, Vivian. I'm so ready!" I said. "I'll try not to get the vapors, I swear."

Vivian met my gaze, her clear blue eyes penetrating to the dark center of my soul, casting aside the shameful Troll flotsam and jetsam she doubtless saw there.

"Darwin dear," Vivian said, "in the next few minutes I am going to make you mine once and for all. Afterwards, you will be my property forever. You wouldn't want it any other way, would you?"

"Oh no, my darling, never!"

Looking down, I saw my erection poised at the entrance to Vivian's vagina, her pouting nether lips on either side seeming to demand penetration.

By micro-millimeters, the purple, swollen, meaty head drew ever closer.

"Slowly," Vivian cautioned. "Slowly. Control, Darwin dear, control."

At last, in I went.